Dai Bai wanted to say something, but he couldn't speak, this slap in the face came a little fast, and he originally said that it was impossible for the other side to advance to the next game, and then this kind of four-word poem appeared, and said that he was looking forward to that Ding Feng's poem.

As a result, the four-word poem in his hand that he thought was impossible to advance to now was the poem of Ding Feng that he was looking forward to.

Dai Bai wanted to die, at least for now.

However, no matter what Dai Bai thought, the two people waiting there were a little unbearable, especially Huangpu Lingling, who had just listened to a piece of "Pu Jia", and her heart was already a little itchy, and she didn't know how long it had been since there had been an excellent four-word poem.

Suddenly, hearing such a good four-word poem, the one in Huangpu Lingling's heart, the long-immersed poetic soul, has been completely hooked.

"If you want to study, don't grind!"

Huangpu Lingling snatched it over, and the paper in Dai Bai's hand glanced at Dai Bai by the way.

Read on for the rest of the story.

"Tracing back to it, the road is long and obstructive. Tracing from it, it is like being in the middle of the water. ”

After reading this paragraph, Huangpu Lingling was amazed in her heart, "Wonderful, wonderful, such a good four-word poem is really a sign of poetry prosperity!" ”

Huangpu Lingling secretly thought in her heart that she now looked at this poem, and it had become an appreciation and an attitude of learning.

"The leaves are green, and the white dew is not dawning. The so-called Yi people are in the water of the Mae.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and climbing. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

Huangpu Lingling was even more shocked, just replaced a few words, it became another paragraph, and the meaning of the poem was completely different.

This realm, for the understanding of Chinese characters, must reach an extremely high realm.

Ordinary poets can't do it at all, even if they do, they can do it, but it is completely impossible to do it in less than ten minutes!

Huangpu Lingling was horrified in her heart, as if she had been struck by lightning.

took two deep breaths, suppressed the horror in his heart, and continued to look towards the next paragraph.

"The leaves are picked, and the white dew is not over. The so-called Yi people are in the water.

Tracing back to it, the road is blocked and right. Tracing from it, it is like being in the water. ”

After reading the last paragraph, Huangpu Lingling was silent for a long time, but Li Jiayou on the side was like a stone carving, he was also a master of poetry, so he naturally saw the writing skills of this "Pu Jia", as well as the artistic conception of the poem.

If the poems he wrote can be regarded as classics at most in the poetry realm, then this "Pu Jia" can be regarded as a masterpiece directly!

It is the pinnacle of a masterpiece! And this kind of character, they went to it before and stupidly thought that it was impossible to survive the second scene?

Think he was just lucky enough to get to the second game?

This is simply nonsense! It's just hilarious!

Huangpu Lingling suddenly reacted, it is impossible for someone who can write poems of this level to be unknown, even if it is the last one, it should be extremely outstanding.

However, in the last game, except for Bai Xingtian before, the only one who was the most outstanding was that Ding Feng, could it be ......

Huangpu Lingling subconsciously raised her head and looked at the name column, and sure enough!

The two words Ding Feng lay there as if they had been bronzing.

Extremely dazzling.

"Ding Feng ......"

Huangpu Lingling pondered for a while, and was a little extremely curious about who Ding Feng was.

After all, it is impossible for someone who can have this writing to be a nobody in the circle, at least a closed disciple of a great poet!

However, in my mind, I thought about it again and again, but I didn't remember which poet, or disciple of the great poet, was called Ding Feng.

But she remembered someone.

Some time ago, in the mainland area, there was a poet who made a fuss.

Luzhou month!

The most important thing, according to rumors, this Luzhou month is a college student in the capital!

And this news just meets all the conditions of this Ding Feng.

"Is it ......?"

Huangpu Lingling thought of this possibility.

But at this time, Dai Bai eased up and muttered to himself in a low voice: "Ding Feng...... It was actually Ding Feng...... This Ding Feng ......"

Dai Bai was a little stunned, after all, the slap just now was too hard.

directly slapped him a little confused.

"I didn't expect it...... I really didn't expect ......."

And Huangpu Lingling also took a deep breath, and said slowly: "Genius, Bai Xingtian is compared with Ding Feng, where is it considered a genius?"

I'm afraid it's just mediocrity...... It can only be said that this Ding Feng is too demonic, and other geniuses can only be overshadowed under his light......

And in the realm of light wheel poetry, this Ding Feng is no less than us, all he needs is a platform, once this platform comes out, it is estimated that he can be completely famous......"

Huangpu Lingling smiled bitterly and couldn't help but speak.

There was a bit of gloom in his tone, after all, this Ding Feng was just a college student, but the poetry realm of others was no worse than that of them, veteran poets who had been famous for a long time.

If it is passed out, it is estimated that they will be laughed at and generous.

"True Demon ......"

Li Jiayou smiled bitterly and shook his head, there was bitterness in his eyes, and he also realized this meaning, "The back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves, and the back waves of the Yangtze River push the front waves......"

"That's it, this time...... How should this song "Pujia" be scored...... I feel very low......"

Li Jiayou opened his mouth to speak, a little heavy, very not enough to express his praise for this poem!

"That's right, what should I do......"

Dai Bai came back to his senses, silently accepted the reality, and then spoke.

"But there is no way, whoever asks the organizer to give a maximum of 10 points, if you can give 15 points, not even 20 points, 100 points, you can give him.

After all, this song "Pu Jia" also taught me a lot, not to mention, I saw a person's shadow in Ding Feng's body......"

Huangpu Lingling said helplessly, but when she said the last sentence, there was a different look in her eyes.

"A man's shadow? Whose? Li Jiayou asked with some surprise.

"You probably know this person very well, that is Li Guangtai...... Li Guangtai, a legend of the generation, who overwhelmed the entire poetry world, was known as the most talented Li Guangtai in the poetry world in the past 100 years......"

Huangpu Lingling thought, if Ding Feng is really Luzhou Yue, then he is too terrible, even if it is Li Guangtai, that is, he has extremely high achievements in ancient style poetry, but this Luzhou month, it seems that he is still proficient in modern poetry!

If it is really Luzhou Yue, then it is a little more demonic than Li Guangtai!

"Okay, let's not discuss this topic, Ding Feng's "Pu Jia", full marks! No objection, right? ”

ps. Ask for a recommendation ticket...... Ask for a recommendation ticket, and ah, there is a wood and a rich woman, I can cook, I can do laundry, and I don't ink on the big job, phew, what's the last one?